My love for you has burnt out.
The house we built, burned down.
We’ve been sleeping on scorched ground.
Think it’s time we pack our bags now.
You put our lives in ruins.
Destroyed our home and left bruises.
Set us ablaze for a single moment.
What you were seeking out are you still holding?
About the Creator
Tørnvec™
With every word written, I breathe easier.
And the Sun Came Up Tremendous
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
By Amanda Starks5 days ago in Fiction
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